The literary world disappeared, ideas withered, and the scars of war remained. Peace, beauty, and the meaning of survival, the dark clouds in the sky envelope the confused people. Even if you struggle like a wild dog, when can you find inner peace?
Ignorance, madness, knowledge possesses both curse and power. Whether to die peacefully in ignorance or to die in madness through reading knowledge, there is no third choice before people. What is hidden behind this absurd, weird and sad world? .
Two worlds, dual identities, faced with all this, what should the time traveler do?
Intention: Never stop moving forward